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Over the sidewalk under the archway |
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Through the door again |
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Planting charges seed of destruction |
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Time is caving in |
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Here we are at mile zero |
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This is St. John's Newfoundland |
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But you can hear the strains of Nero |
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Serenade the demolition man |
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The sun is rising |
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Bricks are falling |
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Nothing stands too long to tall |
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For the swing of the wrecking ball |
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Petition's failed the coffin's nailed |
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We protest, money talks |
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What's here today will be gone today |
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Holding hands won't stop the clock |
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They'll be coming in the morning |
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To tear a piece out of the sky |
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Try and build another Babel |
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Who can build the highest high |
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The sun is rising |
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Bricks are falling |
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Nothing stands too long to tall |
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For the swing of the... |
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Dance macabre at the wrecking ball |
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Steel toe shuffle through an empty hall |
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Hard hat dancers take the floor |
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Then the ceiling and the corridor |
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The jackhammers beat out eight to the bar |
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The last dance will be a slamdance |
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Ring around the Dev hotel |
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The crowd gathered 'round |
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A plunger sinks a cheer goes up |
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And it all falls down |
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In a shower of brick and mortar |
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Raining down in dirty sheets |
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When the dust has come to settle |
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There'll be one less shadow on the street |
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The sun is rising |
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Bricks are falling |
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Nothing stands too long to tall |
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For the swing of the wrecking ball |
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hmmm the wrecking ball |
